Queen's favorite

Chapter 352
Xiao Li sat next to Yi Zhantong, watching her skillfully playing games.

When she broadcast live before, Xiao Li also watched the whole battle.

"Sister Tong, shall we play a game?"

Yi Zhantong glanced at him from the screen, "Okay."

"It's just that I've always liked excitement."

Xiao Li said with a smirk: "Sister Tong, you like that kind of stimulation method, let me see if I can satisfy you."

Yi Zhantong ignored the playfulness in his words, and smiled at An Ran: "Of course you can."

"Okay, what do you say the bet is?"

The girl raised her eyebrows: "The loser agrees to a condition?"

"……it is good!"

Xiao Li glanced at her face with a slightly suspicious expression.

The two are black, each belonging to a camp.

40 minute later.

All the personnel on Xiao Li's side were wiped out by the team led by Yi Zhantong.

"Fuck, these pig teammates!"

"You say that about others, and others say that about you."

Yi Zhantong picked up his words leisurely.

Xiao Li's face was completely darkened, "I'm willing to admit defeat, tell me, what's the condition?"

Xiao Li put down the phone, and the light cast on his face disappeared immediately, only the faint light from the court hit his other side of the face, adding a bit of evil and rascal atmosphere for no reason.

Yi Zhantong smiled, "At the New Year's Day meeting, I want to see your appearance in women's clothing."

"Fuck!"

Xiao Li reacted angrily: "Sister Tong, why do you have such a bad taste?"

"Besides, I still have a dance at the New Year's Day party."

Xiao Li looked away proudly.

The campus boss disguised himself as a woman, and when word spread, where did he put his face?

Yi Zhantong looked at him with a smile, and explained: "Qu Yang is in the literature and art department of the student union. She plays the role of a sleeping princess, but she has something to ask for leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so she asked me for help. Since you lost, please help me Hey. Anyway, just lying down in a princess dress, no lines, no actions, just lie down and win the whole process!"

Xiao Li frowned, "Sister Tong, are you sure you're not cheating on me?"

It seems that from the very beginning, when he said he wanted to play games with her, she had already thought about it, right?
"If I lie down and become a princess, are you sure you can perform well with those students who rehearse with you?"

Xiao Li thought of the scene where he was wearing a princess dress and lying peacefully, and his body couldn't help shivering.

Yi Zhantong rubbed his chin, staring at Xiao Li's handsome face: "You are good-looking, of course you can do it."

The most important thing is that the Ministry of Literature and Art has a very tough attitude. Either Quyang will join, or Quyang will find someone to join, but the progress cannot be delayed.

Qu Yang can imagine that if she finds someone else, she will definitely be bullied by the Ministry of Literature and Art, and her circle is not big, so she can only ask Yi Zhantong, but Yi Zhantong also needs to be the host while performing.

So a little busy.

It happened to focus on Xiao Li, thinking of a plan.

There are so many big men in women's clothing at the comic show, she believes that Xiao Li can definitely do it!
Xiao Li gave an aggrieved "hmm", which was his agreement.

Rehearsal for the second day.

Qi Xingyan specially went to watch the scene.

Waiting to see Tongtong of his family wearing a red ancient style clothes, matched with her newly grafted long hair, she looks like a celestial being.

This dance was so beautiful that it made his heart tremble. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was Xiao Li. He was dressed in a blue scholar-style robe and held a white fan in his hand. , and even hugged her in circles.

Even in the last scene of the curtain call, he supported her waist, waiting for her to kill herself, leaving a regret.

The curtain call is beautiful.

Also very sad.

After the rehearsal, Qi Xingyan called her back to the office.

After she went in, she caught a glimpse of him standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

Not a word.

After a long time, he turned around.

Frowning in displeasure: "Why did you choose this dance?"

Chatting with other men in front of him.

　I suggest that everyone go to station b to search for the dance of "The Warden"...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)